Lie

Fascinated, those countless thorns she acknowledges,
Each tip is pointy, each one sharp as the piercing sunshine,
Each carved the face of unrelenting words of ‘wisdom’ on her skin,
She could not see, they called her blind,
She could hear, but not listen,
She could speak, but not tell.

Disguising beneath the wise velvet petals they harmlessly,
Bore out fresh platelets of blood off her colourless skin,
And watched her squeeze it out, and set it free.
Watched her set a part of her life... free

They seemed nothing, too minuscule to acknowledge,
Infusing with the water that dropped from her eyes,
It diluted and yet became more morose,
She wiped off the exhausted platelets and her eyes.

The hungry petals absorbed her lustrous blood,
And stared at her face in a beautiful disguise,
She smelled the rose and thanked her God,
For those beautiful roses by her side.

Welcome to the world of Psychedelia

She stared at the ceiling, blankly. A pirouette surrounded her, of thoughts, wishes, desires, cravings and more. It was a new beginning that awaited her in the deserted course towards the end. She was twenty one and had allowed a long hypodermic needle to enter her veins, smelling of vinegar, smelling of the big H thing. The number was deleted from her contacts list. She picked up her phone and concentrated to remember the number. Carefully, with fidgety eyes, she dialed it. No, I don't love you. Stop calling me up, stop wasting your time and mine. He said. She smiled and said that it was okay. She went outside the room where a party awaited her. She laughed, cried, danced, sighed and enjoyed. She was in love with the H thing. No pain, no depression. She had found solace. She came close to me as she saw me snorting coke. "This is baaaaaaaad habit, but go ahead, it feels nice." and she jumped down to sit next to me, chuckling. I said. Welcome to the world of Psychedelia.